Song of Solomon 6

1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?

Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.

2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.

4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.

5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.

7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.

Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.

10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”

Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?

11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—

I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.

12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.

There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.

13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?

Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.